...last Friday, AR and I left on a jet plane to go see Nana at her winter home in Florida. It was AR's first flight and to say I was nervous was a bit of an understatement. I was mainly worried that her ears would pop and stressed about how in the world I was going to entertain an 8 month old for a 2 hour flight (let's not mention the 2 hours at the airport before but at least I could walk around). Turns out, I stressed for nothing...baby girl did GREAT!
We flew Southwest and to say I was less than impressed with their customer service was a bit of an understatement. It started when I checked in with her, the stroller, diaper bag, purse, pump, suitcase and carseat. I had it all worked out so I could carry everything. I got checked in, no problem, took the carseat off the stroller, got it wrapped in plastic and then the agent gives me BACK the suitcase AND carseat and says walk over there (about 50 yards) and check your bags there. Seriously? So with no help and bumping a few things along the way, I finally made it there.
Then the line for security took almost 20 minutes. I was hoping to nurse her in the airport and save the bottle for the plane but due to the long line and sparing everyone hungry baby screams, I gave her the bottle. Once we got through security, no problem (so grateful for the stroller so I didn't have to juggle her, putting shoes back on and getting everything else).
Then we waited...and waited...and waited. We walked from one end of the terminal to the other. Luckily, we found a wing that no flights were going out of so we hung out there. It was great because mommy was able to dance around and act a fool. We found a family bathroom that hadn't been used so I wasn't as creeped out by germies. Then we took a bunch of pictures and text them to our family during that time.
She slept majority of the trip. She woke up the last 30 or so minutes. Luckily, crazy mommy was mainly enough entertainment but the people beside us entertained her too as well as a book and toy to chew on. I was so excited that we'd made it with no tears! The time of our flight was perfect because it was an hour past nap time but there was enough at the airport and boarding to keep her curious from napping early.
When we landed, I got in no hurry to get off the plane. We watched our luggage come out and I was so excited to see the carseat had made it! As everyone exited, I once again began the battle of getting my bag out from under my seat, getting the pump down and holding on to my wiggly baby. The flight attendant FINALLY acknowledged us after I asked him to hand me my pump. One lady that was unloading luggage on the crowd popped in the plane and said she saw AR smiling at her from the plane and she had to come see her.
As I ever so carefully made my way down the aisle thinking skinny skinny skinny. We got to the front of the plane and I asked if we could get a picture with the pilot. He came out of the cockpit and asked if we wanted to go in. I said, "Sure! I'm not going to accidentally roll us into the airport, am I?" He promised me I wouldn't so he snapped our pic and then we got one of him and AR. He was great and next to the awesome couple that sat beside us, he was the best part of the flight.